The serious black cat
Climbs up on my tummy
To pitter pat
The fat, and hypnotize
Herself as her shoulders
Roll, left, right, left right,
Her kitty toes curling
Then flexing, making
Sure her claws stay hidden.
I stroke her back
Scratch her head, her ears
Her purrs of pleasure
Vibrating from her twitching
back
Down to her toes
Which continue to need to
knead
The flesh that I disdain
She loves.
Minuit Papillon
Ce qui peut venir de cette
papillon blessé,
Vous trouverez sur votre chemin,
Lever de sa place parmi les fleurs mortes
Et embrasser son aile brisée.
Vous observez comme elle vole loin de vous,
Elle est guéri et reconnaissant,
Relâchez son esprit libre,
Vous avez réalisé avec un baiser.
Et maintenant, elle revient à vous,
Dans le bleu minuit,
Profondeurs de vos rêves,
Un bel amant que vous avez toujours connu.
Vous vous réveillez,
Dans une panique, le sourire de la sienne,
Évanouissement rapide de l'oeil de votre esprit,
Rempli de la mémoire, la caresse des lèvres qu'elle,
Vit toujours dans le cœur de votre âme pour tous les temps.
Mary
2016
Midnight Butterfly
What may come of this
Wounded butterfly
You found along your path,
Pick her up,
And kiss her broken wing.
Watch her fly away
Healed and grateful,
Set her spirit free,
You did with a kiss.
And now she returns,
In the dark blue
Depths of your dreams,
A beautiful lover you have
always known.
You awaken
In panic, her smile
Fading fast from your mind's eye,
But the memory of her kiss,
The touch of her lips,
Forever in your soul.
My suffering becomes your suffering ,
Our joys shared become the glowing memories
of childhood or old age,
While all the day I wish I was better for you.
Yearning to be the model you need,
Of right action, right thinking,
Right purpose, so you will know
An easier Middle Way.
Not the teeter totter of extremes,
Not the icky sweet pungent world
Of indulgence and decay,
I long for you the yin and yang.
Sweet, delicate balance of good and evil,
The shared journey and burdens of love and pain ,
I want you to know the kind of peace,
You only get from a full night's rest.
How can I show you that the coin of compassion once spent,
Yields more than you could ever hope or believe for,
And know deep down, that essentially most people can be good, and are worthwhile.
Dark clouds meet the edge of our blue skies,
We must always know the dark to love the light.
That worldly energy you feel compells us all,
Projects us forward into places of fear and fantasy.
There is happiness,
There is respect,
There is infinite gratitude,
Words coming and going,
None seem good enough to describe the love I have for you.
We meet, connect, and part,
Wondering how it all will end,
If it be in a moment of joy or sorrow,
No matter.
